Metal Church - All Your Sorrows
Times Like These To People Please Write A Book Fables Spread Like Some Disease New Age Gods Like Old Facades You'll Like The Odds Old Facades Inventing Gods Take Apart Human Heart You Will Start Through The Doorway Of All Your Sorrows Beginning To Pull You Away When I Press This Game Of Chess In The Night The Sometimes Light I Always End With Something Less The Seasons Which Run Out Of Time You've Made A Mess Of Your Sunday Best In Search Of The Answers, What Never Should Be Laughter Erupts From Primordial Sea Standing There Naked With Bended Knee All Of Your Works Face Eternity When Faced With Pain I Often Pray So Though I Play The Same Each Day The Place We Go Is No-mans Land Take My Hand You'll Understand
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